Chaos Comes in Threes

It's 1 p.m. and I look back on my morning and say, "At least no one has pooped on me."I babysat for my friend Jess this morning. Caiden, her two year old, was a delightful addition to my two year old. By delightful, I of course, mean destructive. When those two get together, they are … Continue reading Chaos Comes in Threes